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Agnes Obel - Brother Sparrow

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Riverside

Agnes Obel

Agnes Obél — Riverside

Down by the river by the boats
Where everybody goes to be alone
Where you wont see any rising sun
Down to the river we will run

When by the water we drink to the dregs
Look at the stones on the river bed
I can tell from your eyes
You’ve never been by the riverside

Down by the water the riverbed
Somebody calls you somebody says
swim with the current and float away
Down by the river everyday

Oh my God I see how everything is torn in the river deep
And I don’t know why I go the way
Down by the riverside

When that old river runs pass your eyes
To wash off the dirt on the riverside
Go to the water so very near
The river will be your eyes and ears

I walk to the borders on my own
To fall in the water just like a stone
Chilled to the marrow in them bones
Why do I go here all alone

Oh my God I see how everything is torn in the river deep
And I don’t know why I go the way
Down by the riverside

“wallflower” by agnes obel

on the tram today, I walked past this guy with a cello-case in his hand and for one second his eyes and mine met. it was something about him, his gaze, that made my inner world cripple just within a second. I could have given him all of my mind just like that and I wouldn’t have minded. the feeling came so suddenly that I didn’t even know why I felt this way, yet by now it seems that he was so content. in a way. much rather understanding. I did not feel understood by him, within this world that he understands. later on I noticed he was British from his accent, and he had a piercing on the top of his ear that stroke my mind for standing out … he was so elegant, yet not. he was so warm, yet cold and distant. he was so ordinary, yet one of the most interesting people I’ve seen in a long time. why did I even wonder about him understanding me, when I was not to understand him.

so as I left, I handed him a note saying “wallflower by agnes obel - this might be your kind of song” just as I had the other time with the couple and les amants d’un jour. I don’t know what it is with sharing songs with strangers in such repetitive yet heart-warming manner. it makes me dream that they’ll go home and listen to it right away, realize the beauty, and that this songs adds something to their life. that I gave them something they needed. someone from the crowd, someone they’ll never see again. even if they’d never listen to it. at least I have my dream.